Psalms 88:4
I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
I am counted with them that go down into the pit: I am as a man that hath no strength:
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3 For my soul is full of troubles: and my life draweth nigh unto the grave.
5 Free among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, whom thou rememberest no more: and they are cut off from thy hand.
6 Thou hast laid me in the lowest pit, in darkness, in the deeps.
10 I said in the cutting off of my days, I shall go to the gates of the grave: I am deprived of the residue of my years.
11 I said, I shall not see the LORD, even the LORD, in the land of the living: I shall behold man no more with the inhabitants of the world.
12 Mine age is departed, and is removed from me as a shepherd's tent: I have cut off like a weaver my life: he will cut me off with pining sickness: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.
3 For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; he hath smitten my life down to the ground; he hath made me to dwell in darkness, as those that have been long dead.
4 Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; my heart within me is desolate.
14 LORD, why castest thou off my soul? why hidest thou thy face from me?
15 I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.
16 Thy fierce wrath goeth over me; thy terrors have cut me off.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
7 Hear me speedily, O LORD: my spirit faileth: hide not thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
8 Thou hast put away mine acquaintance far from me; thou hast made me an abomination unto them: I am shut up, and I cannot come forth.
19 He hath cast me into the mire, and I am become like dust and ashes.
6 He hath set me in dark places, as they that be dead of old.
1 My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.
4 Then I said, I am cast out of thy sight; yet I will look again toward thy holy temple.
5 The waters compassed me about, even to the soul: the depth closed me round about, the weeds were wrapped about my head.
6 I went down to the bottoms of the mountains; the earth with her bars was about me for ever: yet hast thou brought up my life from corruption, O LORD my God.
1 Unto thee will I cry, O LORD my rock; be not silent to me: lest, if thou be silent to me, I become like them that go down into the pit.
4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
8 I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
3 The sorrows of death compassed me, and the pains of hell gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.
6 But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people.
17 For I am ready to halt, and my sorrow is continually before me.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
4 My heart is sore pained within me: and the terrors of death are fallen upon me.
11 My days are like a shadow that declineth; and I am withered like grass.
2 I sink in deep mire, where there is no standing: I am come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.
18 And I said, My strength and my hope is perished from the LORD:
3 O LORD, thou hast brought up my soul from the grave: thou hast kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
53 They have cut off my life in the dungeon, and cast a stone upon me.
54 Waters flowed over mine head; then I said, I am cut off.
4 For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.
5 The sorrows of hell compassed me about: the snares of death prevented me.
14 The yoke of my transgressions is bound by his hand: they are wreathed, and come up upon my neck: he hath made my strength to fall, the Lord hath delivered me into their hands, from whom I am not able to rise up.
16 They shall go down to the bars of the pit, when our rest together is in the dust.
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise thee? shall it declare thy truth?
13 If I wait, the grave is mine house: I have made my bed in the darkness.
28 I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation.
6 The sorrows of hell compassed me about; the snares of death prevented me;
12 For innumerable evils have compassed me about: mine iniquities have taken hold upon me, so that I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of mine head: therefore my heart faileth me.
16 And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.
13 O that thou wouldest hide me in the grave, that thou wouldest keep me secret, until thy wrath be past, that thou wouldest appoint me a set time, and remember me!
18 For the grave cannot praise thee, death can not celebrate thee: they that go down into the pit cannot hope for thy truth.